I know you like smoking a cigarette.
The world against me, I am an hermit.
Two persons can keep a secret,
Telling someone will you commit?
I love you like smoking a cigarette.
When I lit, sip satisfaction is what I feel.
I know it's not the end yet, but I'm starting to regret.
I am a ship with a grounded keel.
I loose you like smoking a cigarette.
Risking my health as I cover my ears.
In a loud sound of a cassette,
I keep on holding my tears.
I let you go like smoking a cigarette.
The moment I breath out I can see the smoke fades.
Just like this poem loosing it’s rhyme,
My heart can’t speak to write the next line.
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